While I was asleep, some bird decided to fly right into the sliding glass window. It died, I'm guessing on impact. When I woke up and Mom came home, she was all grossed out about it. I was too. I got my shovels the first time and upon seeing it for the first time, I was too grossed out to do anything. But I guess every time looking out the window and seeing a dead bird made me go out the second time. With the first shovel, I maneuvered the dead bird carcass onto the second one and took it out to the field out back. Hopefully some idiot doesn't find a dead, decomposing bird carcass while on his stroll. No, I wasn't going to dig a hole and bury it. Which reminds me, back at the trailer is where we buried a dead pet bird. We also buried a dead pet bird at my first house, too. But it was all gross and icky. It wasn't decomposing or anything, I just think corpses are icky, especially wild ones. I don't know why, maybe it's the thought of it coming back to life and start to attack me or something, like "How dare you try to touch me during my slumber! I shall peck you to death!" Well, anyway, it's gone now and mom owes me a huge favor. And in its honor, I'm listening to "Surfin' Bird" over and over again. And be sure to visit my new news making fun of website: The New Dork Times!